Something-er-other
Eatin’
Cheap Still Champ
So the
Girl got us an Amex credit card not long ago, and it
was supposed to reward us after our first 3 purchases
with some sort of $50 cashback bonus or some jazz
like that. Except 3 months later, and nothing. So we
called. Guess what? Apparently if you call them, they
“suddenly remember” all of this, and are so willing
to rectify the situation. It’s not according to plan
that they conveniently forgot, OH NO, it’s just an
accident.
Well anyways, they presented The Girl with
like 150 options for a $50 gift card. Of all the
places they rattled off, Cheesecake Factory was
the only one she recognized. Yesterday the card
arrived, today we dined fine at Cheesecake
Factory.
Except it wasn’t all that fine. And what’s more,
geebus did the waitress make it hard on me. See, they
didn’t have exactly what I wanted. They had two
dishes that were close, or at least part of the
puzzle, but damned if the waitress could put them
together right. I wanted shrimp scampi with Teriyaki
chicken. Not hard, but boy oh boy did she manage to
NOT get this right.
Firstly, she tells me it’s not possible, the chicken
is pre-cut, can’t do it, blah blah blah, though I
still fail to see why the fuck not. Then we find out
that she could order it plain but supply a side of
teriyaki sauce. Bravo, young lady, yer learnin’! Come
din-din time, though, I re-lost my faith in her, as
my shrimp was literally swimming in nasty-ass sauce
(I dislike sauce. Except BBQ. And Teriyaki.), and the
chicken was battered in some form of regurgitated
throw-up or something. Luckily she remembered the
side of ‘yaki. But she also managed to get the Girl’s
order COMPLETELY wrong. Like, the only thing right
was that it was supposed to be chicken of some
nature, but this is neither horseshoes OR hand
grenades, so no points.
OK, we paid some $20 a plate. And the shrimp was
awash in toxic waste and the chicken looked like
someone else’s throw-up. So basically, if you love
$40 cheesecake, by all means go to the Cheesecake
Factory and lose the mortgage on pies that are not as
good as Marie Callender’s. If you like edible food
that tastes good and is at least mildly affordable,
go to TGIFridays. Or Marie Callender’s. Or shit,
McDonalds. Have you had their $1.00 apple pies? To
die for.
Dang, I could have had 100 apple pies from Mickey D’s
for what that crappy night out cost me. Well, except
for the whole $50 gift Card thing, which I’m pretty
sure McDonald’s would not honor.
Bastards.
Second-Favorite
Place to Visit
Crate
& Barrel. It might just be the ampersand, which I
feel is wholly underused in society as a whole. Or it
might have more to do with the style of housewares
they sell, which to me could best be described as
“Modern understatement with Classic Taste.” I like
simple, easy-to-use-and-clean equipment that has
clean lines without ornate decorations and overstated
flare. I like simple, elegant designs. Crate &
Barrel sell a lot of that.
They also sell some really odd junk too, but I just
skip those aisles.
Favorite
Place to Visit
And what
would a trip to Victoria Gardens be without a stop by
the Apple Store? A trip not worth making, that’s
what.
Of course I stopped in… And of course I played with
the new Macbook Pro 17” 2.33GHZ Intel Core 2 Duo w/
glossy screen. And of course I want one, like right
now. Funny thing was how into them the Girl was. She
was all about the cool new features (she’s got an
“iBook,” which is basically the “Look, I have a Mac,
too!” of the family lineup) and overall speed
improvements.
Sigh… however, we both know that new laptops are not
in the cards for us for quite some time. We just
bought this awesome new vacuum cleaner (you may have
heard of it: Dyson?), and still need some other
appliances, such as a refrigerator, washer &
(ampersand) dryer, as well as cookware and dishware.
Maybe if we meet a strange, rich person that is
willing to give us lots of money, provided we don’t
spend it on a house or other overly-practical items,
we’ll get them. But chances of running into a crazy
like that are slim to none; I’m not sure many more of
me exist in this world.
Seriously, peeps: Buy my photography, donate to the
cause.
Peace.